Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: A Wolf’s Truth Revealed

Chapter 135: A Wolf’s Truth Revealed

(Celeste’s POV)

“Grace is your sister,” Scarlett’s words echoed in my mind, growing louder with each passing second.

The air around us seemed to still as everyone processed the shocking revelation. Even Nina, usually composed and sharp, looked caught off guard. Her silver–gray wolf bristled, shifting

closer to me like a shield.

“That’s impossible!” Nina’s voice cut through the silence. She stepped forward, placing herself

between Grace and me with protective aggression. Her eyes, sharp as a blade, bore into Grace.

“Just look at their wolf forms. They’re nothing alike!”

She was right. The differences between us were as stark as night and day.

Grace’s wolf was an unassuming dark brown, her amber eyes glowing faintly like a harvest

moon. It lacked the rare luster, the commanding presence of a wolf from an ancient bloodline.

Mine, in contrast, was a silver–white wolf with luminous violet eyes, undeniably marking my

connection to something far more profound and uncommon.

Grace flinched as Nina’s harsh words hung over her, her wolf visibly cowering within her.

Scarlett scrambled to defend. Her hands balled into trembling fists at her sides. “It’s not impossible!” she countered, her voice rising in desperation. “Grace inherited our father’s wolf

traits, while Celeste takes after our mother!”

Father. Mother. Words that should feel like a tether grounding me in familial bonds instead left

me adrift in turbulent waters.

I narrowed my gaze at Scarlett. My voice came cold and calm, but my wolf stirred uneasily. “And who exactly would our father be?”

Scarlett’s wolf radiated unease but pressed forward as if her very life depended on me listening. “Our birth father. He’s…” Scarlett faltered, glancing at Grace before speaking again. “…the dark–furred wolf with amber eyes. The same mate as our healer mother.”

The mention of my supposed mother stirred emotions I hadn’t ventured to explore before. All I knew of her came from stray whispers and incomplete records, piecing together fragments of someone long gone.

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Victoria suddenly stepped forward, her emerald eyes wide, an echo of recognition flashing through them. Her lips parted as if she’d made a connection.

“The healer… your mother…” Victoria murmured softly. Her voice was weighted with an

emotion I struggled to identify–was it regret? Guilt?

She turned her eyes to me, studying me as though seeing me anew. “I remember her,” she said,

her voice barely above a whisper but firm with certainty.

Scarlett’s wolf whimpered softly, and Grace, still trembling, looked up from her submissive

kneeling position.

“The healer who saved me…” Victoria continued, bringing her hand to her chest as if reliving

the memory. “She used ancient moon magic to save both Scarlett and me during a difficult

labor while we were traveling between territories.”

The room collectively seemed to hold its breath at Victoria’s words. Even my wolf, scarred and

distant, pricked its ears as if the memory beckoned to us.

Victoria drew a shaky breath before continuing. “I went into early labor unexpectedly while

crossing dangerous borders. Nobody expected us to survive. The pack’s local healer was

away…” Her voice wavered slightly.

“But then… she appeared,” Victoria whispered, her emerald eyes softening at the thought. “She had your eyes, Celeste. Violet eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light. Her wolf…” She

trailed off, shaking her head, as if overwhelmed by the memory.

“My wolf remembers her too,” Victoria admitted, pressing a hand over her heart for emphasis. “Her presence, her energy… she was unforgettable. But her mate was there as well. A large

dark–furred wolf with amber eyes to match Grace’s.”

Scarlett’s wolf whimpered at the mention, guilt pouring off her in waves. Grace silently clung

to Scarlett’s side, her wolf completely subdued.

“Then how is this possible?” I demanded sharply, my voice cutting through the tension like a

blade. My violet eyes bore into Scarlett, unyielding.

Grace shifted uncomfortably under the weight of everyone’s scrutiny. She dared not raise her

head.

Victoria’s brows furrowed deeply as if trying to piece together the last fragments of the puzzle herself. “But,” she finally began, her voice uncertain, “we investigated Grace’s background thoroughly when Scarlett returned from human territory. Every record pointed to her belonging

to the Stone Creek Pack.”

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Here it was. The unavoidable c***k in Scarlett’s seamless facade.

Scarlett inhaled a shaky breath and finally spoke. “I… I fabricated the records,” she confessed abruptly, her voice trembling with both guilt and urgency.

Victoria’s wolf stiffened beside me. The shock radiating off her was palpable, making the

room feel suffocating.

“Why would you do something like that?” Victoria demanded, her tone sharp and demanding.

“I was… I was afraid,” Scarlett stammered, grabbing at Grace’s hand as though grasping for stability. She was visibly unraveling, pieces of her carefully constructed story falling apart. “Afraid you wouldn’t accept a common wolf into our family!”

Victoria took a small but noticeable step back. Her wolf recoiled at Scarlett’s words.

Scarlett’s eyes brimmed with emotion as she pressed on, explaining frantically. “What if your resented Grace for her pack’s deception? What if the truth led to her mistreatment?”

Scarlett’s voice cracked. “I couldn’t risk losing the only person who stood by me in human.

territory.”

It hit me then–her desperation to hold onto Grace wasn’t for Grace’s sake alone. Scarlett’s warped protectiveness stemmed from her own insecurities, her craving for unconditional

loyalty.

She glanced imploringly at her mother. “Later, after witnessing your kindness, I knew you’d never harm her. But by then, the lie was cemented. I couldn’t undo it without exposing myself

as a fraud. I… I had to keep going.”

Her voice turned pleading as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Sister, please…” Her gaze swung to me now, the title leaving her trembling lips feeling foreign. “I know my lies have hurt you. I know I’ve done unforgivable things. But Grace is your sister, your blood. Please don’t take her away…”

My chest felt oddly tight. Not with sympathy or pity, but with an unidentifiable tangle of